Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Husband, I'm sorry." After leaving the house, Zhou Xiyin said softly, her face full of self-reproach.

Lin Ping was filled with doubt, wondering what this woman was thinking.

"It's all my fault. I made Father angry, that's why he won't come with us. Please don't be angry with Father anymore." Zhou Xiyin's sweet voice was full of grievance, her beautiful eyes blinked incessantly, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

On one hand, there was her father who raised her, and on the other hand, there was her loving husband.

Zhou Xiyin was caught in the middle, torn between the two sides. She was most afraid of seeing the two sides argue to the point of breaking up, and she didn't want the family to fall apart.

"What a silly woman. How can this be your fault? It's all because my previous performance displeased my father." Lin Ping smiled and patted her head, continuing, "Since we are husband and wife, your father is also my father. Even if he has some prejudice against me, I will still treat him as my closest relative."

"Husband, you are so good." Zhou Xiyin buried her head in Lin Ping's arms, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Her watery eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Lin Ping's heart was shattered by her crying, and all her resentment towards Zhou Yecheng vanished.

He knew Zhou Xiyin's difficulties and was determined to do his best to manage the family relationships.

Actually, it's not difficult. As long as he does these few things well, he can earn Zhou Yecheng's praise, or even be completely impressed.

"Let's go buy a house." Lin Ping held her small hand and smiled faintly, a smile brighter than the sun in the sky, instantly dispelling the gloom in Zhou Xiyin's heart.

"But I only have 30,000 taels of silver on me," Zhou Xiyin said awkwardly, her little head still nestled in Lin Ping's arms.

The Zhou family mansion that Duan Xiu bought for 50,000 taels of silver is now asking for 80,000 taels, so the 30,000 taels she has are of no use at all.

“Only 30,000 taels…” Lin Ping sighed. “That is indeed too much. I think I said I would use 10,000 taels of silver to buy back the house.”

"Hmph, trying to make me happy again," Zhou Xiyin said, pouting.

She said it aloud, but she believed it in her heart. Since their marriage, she had never doubted Lin Ping, even if it was just a fantasy or a pipe dream.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the entrance of the brokerage firm, and Zhou Xiyin, arm in arm with Lin Ping, strode over.

As long as Lin Ping was by her side, she felt confident and unafraid even if the sky were to fall.

"Boss Duan, it's time to pay back the 500,000 taels of silver you owe." A gloomy voice boomed from inside the house, shaking the room to its core.

Duan Xiu's face turned ashen. He took a deep breath and said, "Boss Ma, do you think my life is worth 500,000 taels? Take it if you want."

For the past few days, Duan Xiu has been unable to eat or drink, only thinking about selling the shops. Despite pleading and begging, she hasn't been able to sell a single one, and besides these shops, she has no cash at all.

"Is Boss Ma determined to renege on his debt?" Ma Dayun revealed a hint of anger. More than a dozen servants beside him waved the wooden sticks in their hands and took a few steps forward menacingly.

Ma Dayun was prepared to fight to the death. If Duan Xiu still didn't return the money, he would have no choice but to resort to force. Even if he couldn't get the money, he would break Duan Xiu's legs.

Duan Xiu knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to fight back. He covered his head and shrank into the corner, clearly prepared to be beaten.

"Hitting someone is illegal, Mr. Ma, don't be impulsive." Just then, Lin Ping came over with a smile, his expression clearly showing that he wanted to watch the show and didn't mind making things worse.

"My brokerage firm does not welcome Young Master Lin. Please leave." Even though he was huddled in the corner, Duan Xiu still gave Lin Ping a disdainful look.

"It's utterly shameful. Do they really think they're saviors?" the manager of Bafang Money Exchange said disdainfully.

Even though Bafang Money Shop was facing a major crisis, he still looked down on Lin Ping.

Besides being good at bragging, what other skills does he have?

"This is a private matter between Bafang Money House and the brokerage firm. Young Master Lin, please leave." Ma Dayun's words were respectful, but he didn't trust Lin Ping and wanted to resolve the matter in his own way.

Lin Ping didn't care about their mockery at all, and said with a faint smile, "Boss Duan, I came here to help you, are you really in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

"Help me? How can you help me? Unless you help me repay that 500,000 taels of silver," Duan Xiu said sarcastically.

"Although I can't help you pay back the money, I do have a way to make you pay it back." Lin Ping always had a smile on his lips.

"That's 500,000 taels of silver! How could a mere child like you think of a way to do that?" Duan Xiu almost laughed out loud, forgetting that he was the one who was about to be beaten.

“That’s right, I have a way.” Lin Ping nodded and said, “You can sell those shops to Boss Ma to pay off your debts. Even if you lose money, you won’t be crippled.”

Before Ma Dayun could speak to Duan Xiu, the manager of Bafang Money Shop burst into laughter, "What a ridiculous joke! Businesses in all sectors of Yingtian Prefecture are in a slump these days, and nobody dares to invest. These shops are worthless. Young Master Lin, are you trying to fool me, Bafang Money Shop?"

"Manager Jin, do you know what happened to the manager of the Eight Directions Money Shop? Are you perhaps going to follow in his footsteps?" Lin Ping said sarcastically. This wasn't just a threat; it was a blatant one.

Manager Jin was able to take over because the previous manager had his legs broken by Lin Ping and was expelled from the Bafang Money Shop.

Thinking of this, Manager Jin's legs suddenly began to clench, and he forced himself to pull himself together.

Wu De deserved to be punished, for he disregarded the interests of Bafang Money Shop and befriended Wang Ba.

However, was Wu De's tragic end really just because he was on good terms with Wang Ba? Or was it because he offended Lin Ping?

Therefore, even though Manager Jin considers the interests of Bafang Money House in every way, he has offended Lin Ping after all, and may very well end up with the same fate.

"You brat, don't try to scare us. The boss won't believe a word you say, and he certainly won't buy Duan Xiu's worthless shops," Boss Jin retorted angrily.

"Let me ask you, why is business in Yingtian Prefecture so sluggish, and why do wealthy merchants dare not invest?" Lin Ping asked calmly.

"Naturally, it's because a certain big salt merchant monopolized the salt trade, Mingyue Tower monopolized the restaurant business, and Zhou Family Clothing Workshop monopolized the textile trade. You don't even understand these most basic things, yet you dare to talk about the way of business. It's laughable." Manager Jin spoke eloquently, and he could actually come up with some insights.

Lin Ping almost burst out laughing, and continued to ask, "Then do you know the name of that wealthy salt merchant?"

Manager Jin was speechless for a moment. He was just a small shopkeeper and how could he possibly have any connection with the other party? He had only met him once outside the city, but he still said arrogantly, "That young master's surname is Tang. I have met him. Compared to him, you are worlds apart."

"Brother Tang, someone here is praising you, why don't you come in?" Lin Ping shouted loudly towards the door.

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wunao appeared before Lin Ping with a fawning smile.